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Words are worn out
till we repolish
to repeat anew.
10w after a long time
 7d Grace
efni
ouch
 7d Grace
efni
my mother looks at me like
a wound on her arm, unsightly
and gushing hot velvet blood

she buries me in bandages
she can't stand to watch me bleed
she can't stand me.

so she waits until i scab
until i am cold and hard and tender
until i eventually fall away

05.28.23
she never wanted children. she never wanted me. she will never stop blaming me for that, because blaming herself would ruin her. blaming herself will make her a failure - and then it's all for nothing. so blame me. you might as well. just ignore me until i fall away. it's okay, mom.
 May 23 Grace
My Dear Poet
If only you
would reach for me

you the sky
I the tree

we are all reaching
for something

touching you
touching me.
 May 9 Grace
Mike Adam
Nymph
 May 9 Grace
Mike Adam
Water becomes you.

Cold lake fed by small insistent falls
High in Cretan mountains.

No Goddess, you,
Young Woman
Vibrant
Fleshy and real

As scale and gill
Animate your kick,
Your stroke, water
Laughing in your movement.

I stare
Narcissus fractured in
Your ripples,

Ek-stasis
Solitary bubble burst.

No fear of Minotaur-
Our innocent frolic
Protects
 May 4 Grace
Carlo C Gomez
~
Bangle jangle
Strings of Mitra beads
Ankle-length sheath

Suzanna Hoffs
Painted lips
Shifting hips

Testing the poisons
Of her dance steps
Directly into the camera

~
It's madness and beauty
hangs inside my heart
waiting for it's duty
to tear my mind apart.
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